 Sharing my wife
My wife and I have played around for several years. We are
in our early 50s, and have a great sex life. We have each shared
experiences with others, with her activities being the
focus. Once I convenced her that I did't mind her playing
around, she began to experiment a little. It developed
into a Sexual Supercharger as she would come
home and share the explicit details with me, and we would
have sex as she described the activities to me. Having her
tell me about some other man eating her pussy, or her sucking
his dick is spine tingling, but to have her describe another
mans cock sliding in and out of her pussy is climactic,
and I have long wanted to watch her being fucked by some other
man. My wife is a very attractive woman, and never has trouble
attracting mens attention. The incident I am sharing
with you took place about a year ago, about 6 months after
she upgraded her breast from a 36A/B to a 36D.
We were on a trip that took us to Birmingham, Alabama, and
she finally agreed to play a game with me. The game was to
be for her to go into the lounge alone and, if she found a lucky
guy, do with him as she pleased. The ultimate objective
was to have a threesome, but if not, then for her to do whatever
she wanted to do.
She was wearing a Fredricks balcony bra, that made those
breasts stand tall, close and the cleavage was mouth-watering
in her somewhat opened button up blouse.
She also sported
a somewhat short skirt, with suspender panty hose, and
no underpants, and 3 inch heels. She carries herself in
a manner that exudes confidence without flaunting her
attributes. She entered the lounge well before the band
started, and found a table in the corner. She sipped on a
drink until the band began playing, and the place filled
up. Once the dancing started, she had a number of people
come over and ask her to dance, and she politely accepted
some and declined others.
There was one man that kept coming over, and he somewhat
dominated her time. I had slipped in and was watching from
across the room and I could see that encouraged him to keep
coming back. After the 4th or 5th dance, he walked her to
her table and sat down with her and ordered a round of drinks.
As the night progressed, they danced more and more, and
each time, they seemed to get friendlier. She later told
me that she had told him that I was meeting with some people
on business and that I would probably be there later. When
he acted discouraged, she encouraged him not to be. She
explained that she did not tell him of our plans, but that
I was not a big dancer, and that I did not mind her dancing
with others, and that sometimes, when she was having fun,
that she would stay and dance after he went to bed.
This seemed to be all that Bob needed, and he stayed.
It seemed
as if he was testing the waters to see if the stay would be
worthwhile, as he began to caress her back and his hand would
slide to her ass, and then there were times when he would
be dancing slowly and his hand would move to the side of her
breasts, and I could tell he was copping a feel as they danced
toward the edge of the dance floor. After several dances
and a few drinks, he would rub her ass with lingering strokes.
I could also tell that she was grinding her pelvic area into
his, almost like dirty dancing. The floor was too crowded
to see any possible bulge in his pants, but I know there had
to be one.
They returned to the table, and it was in a dimly lighted
area, and they began to talk. They sat close to one another,
and I moved so that I could observe their actions. He began
lightly rubbing the top of her leg, and she placed a hand
resting on his upper thigh. I watched as she teased him by
sliding her hand over the edge of his leg, and up toward his
crotch. At the same time, I could see his hand caressing
her thigh, and occasionally disappearing slightly under
her skirt. I was leaning on a standing bar, off to his rear,
where he could not see me as I watched. Not that he was aware
of anything other than what he was doing. I could tell that
he was not yet reaching her box, but that also would not last
long. She slid in closer to him, and I could tell that she
was making slight contact with his cock and balls through
his pants.
He had fewer restrictions, and I could tell that
he had reached the top, and had at least touched her wet box.
I was torn between watching or going up to the room to change,
as I had been wearing glasses, a hat and a fake mustache to
avoid being recognized when I went over. I decided it was
time to change and go over. Not to interrupt, but to give
a go-ahead to her. I dashed to the room and changed clothes
and removed the glasses and mustache and was about to return
to the bar when I heard the door opening. She stepped in and
smiled real big as she told me that she was going to make this
a night for Bob to remember. I asked how, and she said she
wanted to take him to the car and give him a blow job. The plan
was that I would locate a paring spot that I could see from
the hotel room, and I would park the car there, and then watch
from the room.
I left to attend to the parking situation and she lingered
for a moment before returning to the lounge. Fortunately,
there was a spot open that served the purpose ideally. I
parked the car and returned to the lounge just long enough
for her to see me, and then I disappeared and returned to
our room.
Later, she told me that she suggested going out for a breath
of fresh air, and he agreed. As they came into view, I could
see him escorting her with his arm around her waist.
They
stopped in a shadow, and he pulled her close and kissed her.
After a long kiss, she motioned at her car, and they moved
there. They got into the car and began kissing. I could see
his hands were all over her, and she let him play for a while.
He was fingering her and had a breast out and began kissing
and sucking on it. From my perch in the darkened room, I could
see every movement below me. Then she interrupted him and
sat him back in the seat. She began rubbing his cock on the
outside for a brief moment, and then she began unbuckling
his belt and opened his trousers. I saw her arm move as she
stroked his cock as they kissed, and then she moved a bit
as she bent over and took his cock in her mouth. All I could
see was her head moving up and down and her arm moving as she
stroked him as she sucked his cock. I knew the feeling he
was enjoying, and it is divine. After a few moments, she
rose from his cock and slid closer and continued to stroke.
It did not appear as if he had shot his load, and I was somewhat
surprised, as she began fastening his pants and buckling
his belt.
They kissed for another moment, and then stopped. They
got out of the car and as she walked around the car to meet
him, she glanced toward me and had a big smile on her face,
winked and motioned with her hands as if telling me the size
of a fish, I later found was to indicate the size of his cock.
For further activities, I will continue this episode in
another report. But the good thing is This is real. |
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